I don’t know for sure where this will go but….
Someone that I really don’t know that well..other than reading a journal…messaged me… and even though thoughts of something to say fly through my head all I could say is… “sorry… I’m shy” … just as an attempt to not let this person think I’m ignoring her which I’m not…
I am like that with some people… especially people that I think very highly of or look up to… like I don’t feel worthy of their attention… There are two persons like this that I feel this way about more than others… I think that maybe both of you know who you are… I read your journals and I feel what you write… the joy and your sorrows… I also know that either of you think that you are deserving of my admiration… it’s just something that I feel and I can’t really help it nor understand it….. It’s just one of those things that “is”…
My Dearest Gabriel….
You are an incredible person and I for one respect you, your opinions and decisions. I, like you, go and read and feel that I am coming in and not suppose to.. I know it does not make much sense. In my blond head, it does.
I hope that you have an peacefull time with Sunna, may she be your rock and may you be hers… that is what love is all about…
Love you and sending you hugs of friendship 🙂
I’ve said it before, but for somebody I can’t see or hear and will never meet, you have influenced me and inspired me in ways I can’t fully quantify. I didn’t realize the potential power inherent in these weblogs/journal things before I discovered yours. Whenever I need a subtle reminder that words flung out into the darkness can hurt, heal, enlighten and change minds, I go back and read this.
Interesting bit of synchronicity. I just posted something in my blog about the dearth of honesty on the net and the irony of how people who have useful things to say just aren’t talking near enough.
Then I went wanderlusting and found your entry.
Maybe that’s how it’s suppose to work, ultimately.
Lovely journal, btw. Shy candor is still candor and so much more valuable because of the risk involved.
I don’t know if you mean me, but thank you. I respect and admire you too. Keep writing.